Under One Person: The Puppet Immortal in the Tang Sect

"This land beneath our feet is ultimately our own."

Cui Ming gazed at the gradually calming forest and murmured something.

Eliminating these traces as much as possible is not just for environmental protection.

After the war, the Trinity Gate still needs to establish itself here, and we must not allow the fire to spread and destroy everything around it.

Furthermore, the Japanese army's special forces will inevitably attack soon.

If these traces can be eliminated as much as possible, it will prevent subsequent attacks from enemies.

Unable to accurately judge the outcome of the battle from the scene, it is difficult to estimate the true nature of the Sanyi Sect and how many unknown methods they still possess.

This might make the other party hesitant to act, thus causing them to make a misjudgment.

While the wreckage was being cleared down the mountain, the only fighter jet that escaped also met a bad end.

Koizumi Jiro piloted the damaged fighter jet, flying shakily eastward.

The hole etched by the beam of light on the right wing did not directly destroy the main structure.

However, it severely disrupted the aerodynamic balance, causing the fighter jet to wobble and yaw constantly in the air, like a lame bird.

Koizumi Jiro could only grip the joystick tightly, barely maintaining his posture with his superb skills, his whole body already soaked in sweat.

The fuel gauge needle slowly descended.

Adrenaline sustained Koizumi Jiro's almost numb mind; he had only one thought in his mind: to return to the mothership.

Finally, the sea level appeared on the horizon, and the massive aircraft carrier, like a gray behemoth, lay moored in the azure sea.

Koizumi Jiro almost burst into tears. He forced himself to stay calm and began contacting the control tower to report the damage and request an emergency landing.

On the aircraft carrier deck, ground crew have received the signal, cleared the runway, and prepared emergency equipment.

Koizumi Jiro lowered the altitude, aligned with the runway, and lowered the landing gear.

The strong sea winds made the damaged fighter jet even more difficult to control, causing the fuselage to shake violently.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes were bloodshot, and he tried his best to adjust his posture.

Three hundred meters, two hundred meters, one hundred meters...

Just as the wheels were about to touch the deck.

The edge of the hole on the right wing that was melted by the beam finally suffered a structural tear due to continuous stress!

Amidst a piercing metallic groan, a large piece of aluminum sheet, along with part of the wing bone, suddenly shattered and peeled off!

The fighter jet instantly lost its balance and rolled sharply to the left!

"Do not--!"

Koizumi Jiro's screams were drowned out by the deafening crash of the impact.

The nose of the aircraft scraped the deck, creating a string of sparks, and then it slid and swung uncontrollably, crashing into the island superstructure on the port side of the aircraft carrier at a terrifying speed!

boom!!!

The violent impact and explosion occurred almost simultaneously.

The fighter jet transformed into a fireball, shattering the porthole on one side of the island superstructure, sending fragments flying everywhere.

A fuel leak triggered a secondary explosion, sending plumes of black smoke billowing into the sky.

The deck was in chaos.

The alarm bells blared, ground crew rushed to put out the fire, and medical personnel arrived carrying stretchers.

The fire was eventually extinguished, but the fighter jet was completely destroyed and embedded in the island structure.

The rescuers' faces were grim as they struggled to pull Koizumi Jiro's charred body from the twisted wreckage of the cockpit.

Thirteen fighter jets were launched, but only one returned, landing in such a tragic manner and crashing into critical facilities on the aircraft carrier.

This incident caused quite a stir and suspicion within the fleet.

A few hours later, deep inside a heavily guarded operating room on the aircraft carrier.

The lights were a stark white, and the air was filled with a strange smell of disinfectant mixed with burnt odor.

Koizumi Jiro's charred body was placed on the central operating table.

Covered with a white cloth, only the head and chest were exposed.

There were only three people in the room.

A major general, dressed in a high-ranking officer's uniform, with a sinister face, stood to the side with his hands behind his back and a cold look in his eyes.

An elderly Onmyoji dressed in a black hunting robe and wearing a tall eboshi hat.

Holding a cypress fan, he stood quietly with his eyes closed, exuding a faint, gloomy aura.

There was also a middle-aged man, also dressed in an officer's uniform, with shoulder insignia indicating he was a colonel, with a serious expression and his eyes fixed on the operating table.

"Let's begin."

The major general said in a deep voice.

The Onmyoji slowly opened his eyes; they were eyes with dark yellow pupils.

He took two steps forward, drew several runes in the air with his cypress fan, and chanted a low, obscure incantation.

The light in the operating room seemed to dim, and the temperature dropped sharply.

A faint, mournful sound of wind howling came from the void.

The Onmyoji bit his fingertip and flicked a drop of blood onto the forehead of Koizumi Jiro's corpse.

The blood did not drip down, but instead seeped into the charred skin like a living thing.

"O soul, return... with blood as the guide, with your body as the proof... the road to the underworld is short, let your lingering spirit rest here for now..."

The chanting grew increasingly urgent.

Above the operating table, the air began to distort.

Slowly!

A faint, almost invisible gray shadow was forcibly pulled out from between the corpse's eyebrows, its outline vaguely resembling Koizumi Jiro's appearance in life.

The gray figure's face was contorted, as if it were enduring immense pain, its mouth opening and closing silently.

He is constantly enduring the torment he suffered in his final moments.

The Onmyoji's forehead beaded with sweat as he continued to activate the secret technique.

This is a forbidden technique that forcibly summons someone who has just died and whose soul has not yet completely dissipated, at the cost of the caster's life essence and spiritual power.

The summoned soul cannot last long and will be completely annihilated after the questioning is finished, and the caster will also lose lifespan.

"Koizumi Jiro!"

The major general stepped forward, his voice icy.

"What happened to you? Why were you all wiped out?"

The gray figure trembled violently, and its fragmented words echoed directly in the minds of the three people present:

"...light...mountain top...radar...glowing...can't dodge...only me...escape...wing damaged...crash..."

The information was fragmented and chaotic, mixed with the fear and pain of the moment of death.

However, it is difficult to piece together complete information from these fragments alone.

However, it is certain that the remaining twelve fighter jets were shot down by the Easterners while on a mission.

The major general's face turned ashen.

He never expected that a so-called "martial arts sect" in the East would possess such bizarre and powerful air defense capabilities.

This is clearly beyond conventional understanding.

"What are the specific features of that weapon? What is its range? What is its firing interval? What other defenses does it have?"

The major general pressed for an answer.

The gray shadows became more diffuse, and the sound gradually faded.

"I...don't know...light...so much light...ah—!"

Amidst the piercing screams of the mind, the gray shadow suddenly swelled and twisted.

It then vanished completely like smoke and dust, leaving no trace.

With the secret technique complete, Koizumi Jiro's soul was utterly annihilated.

The Onmyoji swayed, bracing himself with his cypress fan, his face pale, clearly having suffered considerable damage.

The major general paced back and forth in the room, his brow furrowed.

This intelligence is extremely important and must be reported to the military immediately!

It is necessary to reassess the threat level to the "Sanyi Sect" and the supernatural forces of the Eastern Kingdom, and adjust the subsequent action plan.

The major general turned around, preparing to order a meeting of more high-ranking officials.

But then he caught a glimpse of the gaze of the colonel standing to the side.

That look was no longer serious; instead, it became cold and sharp, with a hint of... deep within it.

Mocking?!

The major general's heart skipped a beat, and before he could speak, a sudden change occurred!

The colonel then made his move.

His movements were sudden and swift, like a ghost.

A dark, dull short blade slid out from his left sleeve, its blade covered with intricate runes, and pierced straight into the back of the Onmyoji beside him!

puff!

The blade tip easily pierced through the hunting robe and penetrated flesh.

The Onmyoji froze, looking down at the blade tip protruding from his chest, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He tried to activate a shikigami or a spell, but the runes on the blade lit up.